Hypnagogia

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lying here on the edge of the tumble into sleepinto my darkened room the sounds of the night do creepa siren’s wail i pray the lord another soul to keepin places where the whirlwind is being reapedwhere children cower fathers fear and mothers weeppaying a cost way too high and a price that is far too steepwhile i hover on the precipice of that faithful leapdreaming of a compassionate world and my waking actions as i fall into the deep